"Methinks it ought to be visible." We could feel, rather than see, that the schooner was veering slowly to the left, in obedience to her helm,--a fact which left no doubt that we were, as the captain had surmised, drifting with the storm against the current; or perhaps, before this, the tide coming in had made a counter-current up the straits.

The roaring noise was growing more distinct every minute; till all at once Bonney, who was looking attentively out from the bow, exclaimed,-- "What's that ahead, captain?
Isn't there something ?" We all strained our eyes.
Dim amid the fog and rain something which seemed like a great pale shadow loomed before the schooner.

For a moment we gazed, uncertain whether it were real, or an illusion of darkness; then Donovan shouted,-- "Ice!--it's an iceberg!" "Hard a-starboard!" yelled Capt.

Mazard.
It was not a hundred feet distant.

Old Trull and Bonney caught up the pike-poles to fend off with.